💔Presious Memories💔

🩸 EPISODE 9 — "The Dream of Blood and Chains"
The castle slept.

Yoongi slept.

Even the cursed moon seemed to turn its eye away for one night.

And Minji —
chained by body, bound by mind —
finally drifted into a deep, shuddering sleep.

The dream came suddenly.
Like being thrown into a freezing river.

She stood barefoot in a field of black roses.
The thorns cut into her skin with every step.

Above her, the sky burned red.
The blood moon.
The cursed sky.

But here...
it was different.

She wasn't weak.

She wasn't chained.

She wasn't small.

Here — she was powerful.

A voice whispered from the darkness:

"You are not just his prey."

Minji turned — but no one was there.

Only the wind, thick with the scent of iron and death.

"You are his end."

The black roses began to twist and writhe around her ankles —
binding her —
trying to drag her down.

But Minji didn’t scream.
She didn’t cry.

She broke free.

Ahead of her, a mirror appeared — huge and cracked, like a wound in the world.

And inside it —
she saw herself.

Not the broken, trembling girl Yoongi chained and used.

No.

She saw herself clothed in black lace and blood-red silk.
A crown of thorns on her head.
A dagger in her hand — dripping crimson.

Beautiful.
Terrifying.
A queen of ruin.

The voice whispered again, closer this time:

"The blood moon will rise..."
"The rain will fall..."
"And you — sweet little lamb — you will have the power to break the wolf’s neck."

The mirror shattered into a thousand shards —
and in every shard, Minji saw a different version of herself:

Slitting his throat.

Stabbing him through the heart.

Chaining him to the same bed where he chained her.

Each vision more violent.
More powerful.
More inevitable.

Minji gasped — tried to turn away — but the thorns of the black roses wrapped tighter around her, slicing her skin open.

Blood dripped down her legs.
Hot.
Sticky.
Real.

The ground whispered:

"It’s your blood that will free you."
"It’s your rage that will save you."

And then — she saw Yoongi.

Standing in the center of the field.

Waiting.

Smiling.

Holding out his hand.

"Come back to me, little lamb," he said, voice soft, seductive.

For a moment — Minji almost obeyed.
Almost reached out.

But then she remembered the chains.
The beatings.
The screams.
The lessons.

And her hand closed around the dagger instead.

Her voice rose — broken, raw, but strong:

"Not your lamb."

And she ran —
through the black roses —
toward her future.
Toward her revenge.

Minji woke up with a scream, her body drenched in sweat.

The iron chains still held her wrists and ankles.

But something inside her had changed.

She was still his prisoner.
But not for much longer.

Because now, she knew:

🩸 The blood moon was coming.
🩸 And when the rain began to fall... she would make him bleed.

🌑 TO BE CONTINUED...